40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 158 19. Disobeying Fate

Rituals, sacrifices, names, powers.

God.

Entreaties, curses, oaths, wrath.

--everything.

Khalil closed his eyes, the psychic communication that had just been hung up gave his spirit a short but precious relaxation.

He resisted the instinct that surged in his chest, and the shadow danced behind him like a living thing.

As a medium, the spire itself has acquired enough power, enough even to allow it to 'force' Khalil in a sense - it will make the sound of the Harkosus dead sent over.

Man or woman, child or old, soldier or civilian.

Human, or Alien.

They screamed and howled.They were pierced, beheaded, cut open, gutted out, dismembered with blades, turned into blood mist by explosive bombs, and turned into dust in the air by bombing.

Then, they came back.

The last bit of spirit of the dead, the last wish, the voice of the dead kept echoing in his ears.

It was a never-ending, unstoppable radio broadcast, and he was the only listener.Still, Khalil showed no mercy.If someone could look at his real eyes through the skull mask at this moment, they would find that there was only a little bit of final peace left in these eyes.

There is no need for mercy for them.

The fate of the Harkosus was sealed centuries ago.They are playthings, pawns, and victims, blind men who know nothing and are bound to an altar.

Mercy can't change their situation, and can't even save them from what they will suffer later. Colluding with aliens in the empire means almost an unforgivable sin. Khalil will not try to use his mercy to keep the Eighth Army around Act by the law.

The survivors after the war will be judged, and the one in ten who are 'pure' will become slave labor or servants, atoning for their sins in life's labor.They will die in misery, and so will their children.

But
but.

Khalil opened his eyes, the flames blazing.He has no pity, no guilt, and no response.

He just hates.

Destiny itself is a loathsome word, but it is also a real word.And for the Harkosus, the hand of fate that manipulated them and made them puppets without knowing it is also real.

Him.

"Do you think this is funny?" he asked, then cast his gaze towards the bulging and heavy curtain, and as he stared at it, he heard the most obvious snicker.

"If you mean the massacre that is about to happen to all the Harkosus, yes, my friend."

The thing smiled back at him from behind the curtain.

"I find it very interesting."

"A lowly false god." Khalil sneered.

"You may curse me in any language you know, my friend, and I will gladly accept them."

He leisurely brought his face closer to the curtain, and Khalil saw a dancing mist, shining with silver light.It is constantly changing, showing thousands of different shapes in the blink of an eye. He is a living thing, a dead thing, wind and rain, a dying person, and a baby about to be born.

Lord of change.

Khalil stared at the changes He showed, and slowly shook his head: "If you don't care, you won't appear."

"I just want to observe your reaction at the moment, friend, you are a rare exception among us."

He replied with a hidden smile: "Even my most courageous old friend would not dare to stuff himself into an inferior skin like you and endure the filth, perdition, and suffering of the mortal world."

"Dirty?"

Khalil smiled slowly, and the dark flames began to burn slowly along the edge of the curtain.It was turbulent, and when it found traces, it tried to bring the perpetrator back behind the curtain, but because of his skin and covenant, he couldn't do anything.

"Since it's filthy, why do you keep trying to get your hands on it? You act as if you don't care about this world, but you really do."

"Because it's fun."

He replied that the form changed again later, turning into a skinny man in a black robe, his skin was disgusting as if formed by folds.Right now, he is smiling.

"I really don't care about all of this. I have my own arrangements for everything. No matter how this thing will be distorted in the process, and whether the change is in my expectation or not, it will become a part of this book that I personally created. A trivial note in the finished blueprint, nothing more."

"If you think I will be disappointed because of its failure, then you may have to taste this extremely foreign emotion before me. The disaster that befell Harkosus [-] It means nothing to me, my friend. What is the death of these fools?"

"In this cold, boundless and cruel galaxy, does anyone really care about what they have gone through?"

He laughed out loud behind the curtain—laughing uncontrollably, a smile that was cruel to the extreme.It's brutal because it's so real.

He really didn't care about the defeat, the death of the Harkosus, or anything else.He doesn't care because he only needs to succeed once.

Once is enough.

Khalil exhaled the icy air from between his lips and teeth, his eyes widened, and he suddenly trembled excitedly, the skinny man danced and shouted loudly in the darkness.

"Yeah, yeah, I know what you're gonna say, you're gonna say you care. And I know you're gonna care. But do you really think... are you even human? Look at yourself, friend."

The voice lowered and became pure narrative.His shape changed again, becoming a white-haired old man, wearing a scorched black suit, his eyes were coiled poisonous snakes, without a single tooth in his mouth, holding a scroll, as if he was telling a story.

He opened his mouth slowly.

"You ignored the revenge pleas of your own kind, and allowed them to be slaughtered by a subspecies of humans. You sent your son to the battlefield, and let him step into this huge flesh mill. Now, you stand in this temporary Not even a single tear was shed for the Harkosus in the shoddy temple that was put together for you."

"Do you understand, Khalil Rohars? Do you understand what I am trying to say? You have to learn from your predecessors. Although the fire thief was a shameful thief, he has endured this contradiction. tortured for countless years"

The old man smiled slightly, and the skin formed by the wind and sun began to peel off.The poisonous snake hissed and screamed, and spit out scarlet letters, which were torn into tattered long cloth in the suddenly rising vortex.Spin, spin, spin - eternity goes on like a psychedelic mirror.

"He's on the brink of true madness, my friend," whispered the Mirror. "What about you? I'm curious, how long will it take to turn you into this?"

"You can try it anyway." Khalil replied calmly, the friction sounded continuously under the cloak, and that cursed second didn't happen - it was rejected by him.

"1 years? 2 years? I'm sure it's going to take a long time before you're really driven mad. But."

The mirror now showed a pale face on the surface.

The completely black eyes stayed quietly above the high cheekbones, the bridge of the nose was high, and the lips were shallow and pursed into a curved line.Conrad Koz smiled calmly at the person outside the mirror, like a perfect pale sculpture.

The mirror reflected a wonderful brilliance, so that half of his face was full of light and half of it was hidden in darkness.The light half is quiet and trustworthy, and the dark half is bloody and mad.

"What about him?"

In the next second, the mirror suddenly shattered.

"What about him? What about him? What about him? What about him?"

Countless murmurs resounded from the darkness, like sleep talk, and also like the narration of the voice of reason.However, no matter which one it is, it is full of malice.

"He's an anchor of your humanity, friend," Tzeentch said. "And I really like it."

Khalil smiled, his muscles working monotonously, lifting his skin and pulling the corners of his mouth, making him look like a puppet glued together with hatred.

"I pity you," he said softly. "Do you know why, Tzeentch? Because those who really believe in themselves never talk at length. They don't fail like you poor wretch who barks at the victors."

"But, did you really win?" The rational voice in the vortex was not angry, but asked curiously. "Do you really think you've won? Harkosus has three planets, friend. Three, don't forget this."

He smiled and left.

　update completed.

　　The update is very slow, because I want to keep the quality while maintaining a certain word count, sorry.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)